Time passed.
Top supreme geniuses crazily hunted the Seven-colored Beasts.
The other cultivators tried their best to hunt ordinary beasts.
Compared to before, the ancient beasts were harder to kill; simply hurting them no longer yielded survival time.
In just two hours, countless beasts died, and hundreds of thousands were severely injured.
Within the multicolored world, servants watched in horror as the bodies of geniuses disintegrated, their souls falling.
Twelve hours passed, the majestic ancient aura suddenly converged, and the beasts dissipated completely.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Ninety percent of the people collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely, breathing heavily, exhausted like dying dogs.
Even the three-realm supreme geniuses, focused on killing Seven-colored Beasts, looked tired, but their eyes couldn't hide their joy.
"It's finally over..."
"If it lasted two more hours, I'd die from exhaustion before the beasts could kill me!"
